Zhao Hanzhang naturally thought the more, the better. She lowered her eyes and flipped through the accounts and the records from the grain depot, which had been checked.
She lightly curved her lips and said directly, "I think the number one thousand stones sounds better."
In the sweltering heat, the County Magistrate's back was soaked with sweat, and drops of sweat were falling from his forehead. He whispered, "Isn't that... too much?"
"Too much?" Zhao Hanzhang leaned slightly, staring into his eyes, "Go and tell Mr. Guan, his family is already wealthy enough, but to become richer, countless lives were harmed. Some people would rather die to uphold righteousness. To redeem with just a thousand stones of grain is my lightest sentence. If he is dissatisfied, he can come to the court and argue with me."
The County Magistrate, trembling with fear, agreed and asked even softer, "Then, what about the others?"
